Lee could hear Kara's breathing speed up behind the closed curtain of her bunk, and he did his best not to imagine why that might be.
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Lee prided himself on being a good CAG even though he had fallen into the role without really working for it. It was thrust upon him during a time of war, and he was surprised to find he was good at it. More than that, he enjoyed it.
One of the things that made him so good at this job was knowing where his people were at all times. For instance, he knew that Racetrack, Longshot, Duck, and Brimstone were on CAP right now. Kat and Sticky were on alert, and the rest of the squadrons were on downtime until the next shift change.
It was that stupid ability that let him know Kara was sleeping in her bunk before he stepped into his quarters and saw her curtain pulled shut. Lee tried to cross to his bunk quietly, only stopping to grab a pair of underwear from his locker. Kara hated it when he woke her up after his post-CAP shower. He was patiently waiting for her to torture him when the shifts changed up the following week.
Sliding the curtain shut, he took off the towel and slipped the underwear on with barely a sound. The towel was thrown at the end of his bunk. He would get it in the morning when he knew he was safe to move about without the fear of getting torn a new one.
His eyes slid shut, and Lee silently prayed he came down off the adrenaline high of flying fast that night. He had a long string of meetings with the President in the morning, and he already owed her for falling asleep the last time they tried this.
Lee focused in on the sounds of the bunkroom for a minute. Once he was sure everything was calm, he focused in on the soft breathing of the bunk across from him. It had taken Lee a few weeks to figure out this trick, but it seemed listening to Kara sleep calmed him down. Everything sounded normal to him, and he could feel himself drifting off to sleep.
Then a soft moan broke through the stillness of the bunkroom, and Lee's eyes shot open. He strained to hear better and that's when he picked up on the slight difference he had missed before. Kara wasn't sleeping.
Lee could hear Kara's breathing speed up behind the closed curtain of her bunk, and he did his best not to imagine why that might be. Thoughts like that would not help him calm down.
Lee shut his eyes in hopes that he could ignore the hitched breathing, but his eyes shot open the second he heard her moan again. This time it almost sounded like a word. A small part of his brain pointed out that Lee was the CAG. He should go over there and make sure she wasn't sick or something. Then an even larger part of his brain pointed out that she wasn't moaning in pain here. That was when a completely different part of his anatomy decided to think of exactly what kind of moan was coming from her lips.
"Frak me," Lee said with a groan as he felt himself spring to life. It had been one of those days so he wasn't surprised that his body should be forcing him into this awkward position. "Got to think of something different."
Lee racked his brain. Flight schedules and medical clearances needed signing. Long, long CAPs when you had to go to the bathroom. Lieutenant Gaeta going on and on about how brilliant Dr. Baltar was. Colonel Tigh sneering.
That last one had just started to work when he heard Kara gasp 'oh gods' softly. He waited for someone to yell at her to keep it down. When no one did, Lee realized that everyone else in the room had been asleep for some time. He was the only one awake.
Lee looked down to see that his underwear was still very much in tent form. He wasn't going to be able to think himself out of this one.
He started running through his options. There weren't many. He could just go to sleep with this painful erection. That wasn't a realistic option, though. Lee had a feeling his dreams would go down a very adult pathway, and then he'd have a whole different mess to clean-up in the morning.
He could sneak out of the bunkroom and take care of this down in the head. If he did that, he risked being spotted by a million people he did not want to see right now. Knowing him, he'd run into the President on a surprise midnight visit or something ridiculous like that.
Ruling that out, Lee's eyes drifted around his bunk for a few seconds before settling on the towel at the end of his bed. He could just take of this right here and now. No one in the bunkroom was awake to hear. Another moan coming from Kara's bunk seemed to punctuate his point.
Lee shook his head as he pulled his underwear down to take himself in hand. Really, he knew better than this.
He started stroking himself and soon he had shifted into a rhythm with the soft pants coming from the bunk next to him. Before he could think better, he shut his eyes and started imagining what was going on behind that closed curtain.
She would be laying on her back with her tanks pushed up, exposing her breasts to the cold air of the battlestar. She would start slow by teasing one nipple and then the other. Because she was impatient, the peaks would have just begun to stiffen when she moved on to slid one hand past the barrier of her underwear.
He could imagine the way she was biting down on her bottom lip, trying to keep the moans from spilling out into the air as she worked a finger slowly against her folds. She was a tease in practically everything she did so she would be trying to prolong this. She would rub herself over and over again, in time to her racing heart, until she felt herself ready to explode. Lee felt his strokes begin to speed up at the thought of it.
She wouldn't push herself over this early, though. No. She was the type of girl who wanted it long and drawn out. She liked things messy.
She would slow down until the buzz started to fade. Her breathing would calm down, and it was only when her ears stopped hearing the sound of her heart pounding that she would slowly, carefully, slide a finger deep inside her. She wouldn't move or arch it at all. It would just be an unhurried intrusion that would make her hips twitch ever so slightly.
She would start to gradual curl her fingers against the slope of her body, pressing the points inside herself that she knew would set her on edge. Her free hand would come up to kneed the flesh of her breast, lightly flicking a nipple. That little sensation would cause a moan to fall from her lips before she could stop it. Her eyes would slid open as she realized it and she would wait to hear someone in the bunkroom tease her for giving in to her lust. When no sound came, she would simply move her hand away from her breast and up to her mouth. Then, her other hand would resume the steadily increasing pace.
Lee felt himself moan soft and low at the thought of her biting down hard on the back of her hand. He could just imagine how hot and tight she would, all that desire inside of her having to be bottled up because there just wasn't time these days to find an adequate frak buddy.
He was nearing the edge.
Lee paused for a moment to listen and felt a grin play at his lips when he heard a slow, steady stream of panting breaths coming from the bunk next to him.
She would feel herself so close that her other hand would move from her mouth to lay on top of the one deep inside her. She would push against it to increase the pressure, and her toes would curl at the sound spasm that grabbed her body. Her hips were bucking against the rhythm of her hands now, and he could feel every cell of his body tensing along with hers. She would speed up her hand, shutting her eyes to imagine that one person deep inside of her. She would chant his name in her mind over and over again as finally she touched the right spot at the right time. Her walls would clench against her fingers, so tight.
A low groan filled the air of the bunkroom just as Lee imagined the orgasm ringing through her body. Lee caught the sounds of a few people stirring. They had definitely heard that one. He wished he had more control over his own reaction, but the thought of Kara, her tanks pulled up, her panties pulled down, panting out her release in the bunk next to his was too much. One last tight stroke and he barely had time to grab the towel before he was releasing himself into his hand.
A sense of guilt flooded over him as he cleaned himself up. He hated the fact that his mind naturally drifted to thinking about Kara whenever he needed this kind of relief. She was the best friend he had right now, and he kept turning her into this object. It made him feel so damn wrong, but he knew that he wasn't going to change. Because in the end, it was wrong, but it felt right.
Lee pushed himself back into his underwear and, after peeking outside his curtain, made his way over to the laundry bin to drop the towel inside. He managed to make it back to his bunk before anyone noticed. This was the type of situation he did not want to talk about.
Sighing, he shut his eyes and listened to the bunkroom. All was calm now, but the damage had been done.
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"So you're rather happy this morning, Buck."
"Had an interesting dream, Helo.
Helo looked around the bunkroom and smiled. He was used to this morning routine. So were the other pilots obviously considering they all paused in what they were doing to look up. "Going to tell us about it?"
"Well," Kara started slowly, a lazy smile spreading across her face, "let's just say that our little CAG played a starring role and he was doing some inappropriate things in his bunk."
Lee's hand paused in his search for his shampoo as her words hit home. For a brief second, he wondered if she knew. Had she heard him just like he heard her?
"Nice one," Kat called from across the room.
"I try," Kara said, turning to look over her shoulder and give Lee a smile.
It was just a game to her. Lee breathed a sigh of relief and continued his futile searching. He knew Kara stole his shampoo over a week earlier, but he wasn't ready to admit that right now.
He was just starting to slam things out of the locker and onto the floor when he felt a hand drift lazily up his back to sit on his shoulders. He turned to see that Kara was still grinning. "What?"
"It's funny how easy they are."
"Yeah, real funny if you're not the subject of one of your jokes," Lee corrected.
"I'll let you in on a little secret."
Lee lifted an eyebrow in inquiry. He knew that he was asking for it, but he really didn't care.
"I wasn't telling the whole truth about my dream," she whispered, leaning in close to his ear.
Lee fought the urge to roll his eyes. Did she ever stop playing games? "Really, Kara?"
"You were in your bunk doing inappropriate things, sure. But you just happened to not be alone."
And with one quick wink, she had moved back to her locker. Lee stared at the empty space next to him and wondered if he would ever know what that was really about.
